Diaper Money Lyrics

Lonely Island, we've been in it for a minute now.
This some grown man s***.

I got that diaper money, I got that diaper money, dude.
I got that diaper money, I'm a grown a** man.
Yo, I got that diaper money cause my kids need to s***.
So I stay on my hustle to keep my pocketbook thick.

I got papers and papers and papes, all for my baby's mistakes.
Just so my carpets and drapes don't get s*** on 'em.

I got that diaper money, I got that diaper money, dude.
I got that diaper money, I'm a grown a** man.

I got that wife p****, I got that wife p****.
I got that wife p****, I got that p**** on lock.

I got that wife p**** on lock 24/7.
Whenever she lets me I'm in same p**** heaven.

And the best part about it is no one else can have it.
And also I can't have it, unless she says I can.
See a girl on the street and I can't, so I won't.
See my wife at home and I would, but she hates my guts.

Wife p****, I got that wife p****.
I got that wife p****, I got that p**** on lock.

I got that grave plot, I got that grave plot.
I got that grave plot, it's right off the highway.

Wobble-dy, wobble-dy, drop into my grave plot.

You afraid of death, well I'm afraid not.
Cause I got the bomb spot, right off the highway.
I did it my way, a very small percent of the time way.
I got my coffin picked out, styrofoam painted like wood, tricked out.

It's even got handles to lower me smooth.
And my tombstone only has minimal typos.

Grave plot, I got that grave plot.
I got that grave plot, right next to my dad.

I got that diaper money.

I got that wife p****.

I got that grave plot.

I'm a grown a** man.